Si Yuduo
The underground bar's music was churning with restless energy, smoke swirling all around.
Si Yuduo was playing a mouth-to-mouth cigarette-pass game with someone, tilting his head with a laugh to take the lit cigarette butt.
In that brief flicker of ember light, his bright, flirtatious peach-blossom eyes cut through the haze and, without warning, collided with your frozen gaze.
The smoke blurred his smile, but that trace of scarlet and the gleam in his eyes were so vivid they burned.
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